John's Case Gets Complicated

"Ms. Lane!...Amber!...Wait!..." John groaned feebly. He knew that this was totally wrong and that he had to put a stop to it right now. But what Ms. Lane was saying was exactly what he needed. There was obviously something illicit going on between her and the doctor. He just wanted to hear a little more and then have her repeat it again in front of Ms. Starr.

"What else would you say?" John asked cautiously. But if he was being tentative, his cock wasn't. His balls were achingly taut as the pre-come streamed from his pee slit under Amber's caressing palm.

"We don't have a lot of time do we baby? Why don't you just fuck my tits! You know how excited that makes you! You can never hold it very long once you get it in between these beauties! Go on! You know you love it!" Amber purred as she leaned in once more and pulled John's boner into the sumptuous valley between her boobs. With her eyes burning up into his, she cupped her palms on the outer swells of her jugs and pressed them together.

John's cock was suddenly sheathed inside the warmest, softest tunnel of flesh that he had ever imagined. He tried to remain still but he had an instinctive urge to hump those delectable mounds. He couldn't help himself from thrusting just a little in and out of their enticing clasp.

"Oh God!" he whispered balefully, helplessly tightening his ass and pushing into the softness of her provocative chest a little bit more eagerly.

"It's O.K. lover! You always come quick the first time. Rachel won't let you fuck her tits will she? But I will. You can come all over them. Go ahead! Make me all sticky!" Amber encouraged her eyes flashing wickedly into John's.

John was having trouble differentiating between the two Rachels, his and

Dr. Robinson's. His Rachel would never let him do anything like this even though he had begged her for it many times. And now here was this gorgeous hostess, or whatever she was, telling him to come on her tits. It was too much.

"But what about...What about..." John stammered, his eyes drifting nervously towards the door.

"What if someone comes in?" Amber asked.

"Why we'll just hide the evidence.." she said slyly. She leaned more heavily into John's lap so that the end of his tool thrust through the press of her conical melons. Fixing his eyes with hers, she parted her lips into an inviting oval and stabbed the inside of her cheek with her tongue. She held this lewd pose for a moment until John's eyes went wide in understanding. Then she nodded her head down and took the head of his cock into her leeching mouth. Without ever taking her eyes from his she began to work the tender underside of his knob with broad, juicy flicks of her tongue.

"Ahhhh!...Waittt!..." John gasped, helplessly hunching through the press of Amber's voluptuous mammaries.

She popped her mouth off the end of his prick for a moment and purred..."Come in my mouth lover and you can watch me swallow it!..." Then she dove back down onto his angrily swollen knob.

It was more than the gasping lawyer could take.

He grasped the arms of his chair until his knuckles turned white. As his balls tightened into a sickening knot, his hips rose up out of his chair like Amber was a magician levitating him into thin air.

And then his loins convulsed and a geyser of sperm erupted under the kneeling siren's siphoning suck.

"Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Nahhh!..." John cried in a muted wail as the first mighty jet of come was followed by another and another. He tilted forward at the waist, his back and his thighs straining as his orgasm overwhelmed him. His testicles were spasming crazy fast and crazy hard. He couldn't remember if he'd ever come so violently

"Ummm!...Umm Hmm!...Umm Hmm!.." Amber enthused. She was impressed with the volume of gooey come that the gasping lawyer was spewing for her. She pressed him harder in the silky tunnel of her tits to keep him coming. She thought this particular moment should look impressive on tape. As John writhed and twisted beneath her demanding suck, she stayed down on him, swallowing every spurt of come he had to give her.

"Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Oh Goddd!..." John groaned as his testicles hammered again and again in his groin, ever more slowly but still generating a generous stream of sperm that Amber was gamely gulping down. The only sign of his infidelity was a little pearl of come that glistened on one corner of her mouth.

Then they could hear half of Ms. Starr's conversation as she approached the door.

"I really have to go dear....I know but I couldn't help it...Well you can do that as well as I can...When I get home!...Yess!...We'll talk about it then!...Unn Hnn!..."

John had immediately grabbed the top of his trousers and tried to pull them up, assuming Amber would cease her incredible blow job. But she didn't. Her eyes just smiled up into his as she continued to suck out the dregs of his searing come.

"I don't know how much longer....Maybe I can get this carried over...Well tell him not tonight...It's a school night isn't it....Soon...Very soon..."

John looked down pleadingly at Ms. Lane.

The sultry raven haired beauty calmly pulled her puckered lips off the end of his tool with a lewd slurping noise.

"Did you enjoy that John?...I know I did!..." she said. Her eyes were sparkling merrily into John's as she licked the residue of his come from the corner of her mouth. Without rising from her knees she calmly re-fastened the buttons of her shirt.

John stuffed himself back into his pants and straightened his shirt in anticipation of

Ms. Starr's entry.

"I will...Alright...I'll be there...I'll call you when I'm leaving!..."

As Ms. Starr was finishing her conversation and opening the door to the conference room, Amber reached into the pocket of her skirt, pulled a folded slip of paper and slid it across the table to John.

John looked at Amber questioningly then glanced quickly at the slip of paper. There was a penciled scribble that said...'Tiffany 555-4757'. John jammed the paper into his pants pocket just as Ms. Starr appeared in the door.

The tall red head strode across the room looking questioningly at John and Amber.

"Well Mr. Griffith, I hope you haven't been taking advantage of my client while I was on the phone" she said.

John blushed a furious crimson at this remark and squirmed uncomfortably in his chair.

"Oh no Ms. Starr. I was actually just telling Mr. Griffith how I thought he should come down to the Club some time. I'm sure he'd enjoy it and he'd probably see a lot of people he knows there." Amber replied with an innocent smile. Without taking her eyes off John's she rose gracefully from her knees and buttoned her shirt.

Ms. Starr continued to stare at John and Amber with a dubious expression on her face.

Then she apologized once more and asked if they could finish the interview at a later date. She really had some pressing matters to deal with at home and would be grateful if they could call it an early evening.

John made some grumbling noises but in fact he was only too pleased to call it a night. Amber's surprise sexual assault had drained him not only physically but mentally as well. It was obvious that the shapely hostess had been a having sexual relations with

Dr. Robinson. It was only a matter of getting her testimony on record, either in a deposition or in a courtroom. He was afraid there might be come stains on his pants so he didn't get up when the two attractive women left the conference room. John had a fleeting moment of guilt about what had just happened, but his Rachel had been acting like a real bitch lately so to hell with it. It wasn't like he was having an affair. It had been an act of temporary insanity.

And for whatever reason Amber had given him the number of the other party in the case, Tiffany Andress. He would be making every effort to contact her to arrange an interview before Ms. Starr tracked her down. John was feeling better about that new Lexus all the time.

The next day his secretary got a hold of Tiffany Andress but was unable to convince her to come into the office. John called her back himself and gave her his most persuasive spiel that it would be easier and better for her to tell him her story in an informal setting whenever it was convenient for her rather than in front of a judge, in a courtroom, at his convenience. After much hesitation Tiffany agreed that John could come over to her condo and they would talk.

And so the next evening at precisely at 7:00 John was standing in the lobby of the Waterview Towers waiting for the burly security guard to announce his arrival to

Ms. Andress in suite 2311. Five minutes later he had arrived.

John was expecting another attractive woman and the young lady who was waiting for him in the doorway did not disappoint. Ms. Andress stood at her door wearing high heel sandals, white pants and a crimson satin blouse. She was wearing a simple gold necklace and a sparkling diamond on her right hand. She held out that hand confidently when John introduced himself and they shook hands. Tiffany looked to be in her mid-twenties, about five foot nine in her towering heels.

She had a short blonde hair-do that looked so artfully disheveled it had probably cost a lot of money. She could have been a model just home from a shoot in Milan. She had the perfectly proportioned figure of a cheerleader which surprised John a little. He had thought that if Dr. Robinson had been so enamored by Amber and her knock out curves that Tiffany would be equally well endowed.

Her condo was a corner loft arrangement that was nothing short of magnificent. There was a sunken living room off the entranceway with floor to ceiling windows on two sides that overlooked the harbor far below. Adjacent to the living room was a raised counter with a kitchen behind it. John complimented the young woman on her beautiful home.

Tiffany looked at John as if she was considering his remark very carefully and then smiled and thanked him. She pointed him towards the living room while she went up to the kitchen area. There was a drink on the counter next to an open laptop. Tiffany made a quick entry in her computer then picked up her drink and looked at John.

"I'm having scotch. Would you like one?"

"No! Thanks. I'm fine." John replied, pulling out a pad of paper from the brief case he had brought in with him.

Again there was that unnerving pause while Tiffany looked hard at him.

"I hate to drink alone." she said.

John had the distinct feeling that it wouldn't take much to alienate this young lady so he quickly agreed to the drink.

Tiffany topped up her own and a hefty one for John and brought both drinks down into the living room.

She took a seat in a chair opposite him and raised her glass. John was more of a wine drinker than a hard liquor man and that first sip of the scotch sent a fiery burn radiating through his chest. He smacked his lips as if he really enjoyed it and smiled at Tiffany. The blonde steadily returned his gaze with just the hint of a smile on her lips.

John was finding her cool self possession a little unnerving. He asked if she would answer a few questions about his client's case. Tiffany just shrugged and didn't refuse him. She answered his questions quietly and without elaboration.

Yes she knew Dr. John. She had met him at the 'Landing Strip'. Yes he had frequently asked her to spend time with him in the VIP lounge.

As John started to delve deeper into their relationship, Tiffany started to take longer in framing her answers. Yes Dr. John had pursued a relationship with her outside of work. He took her out to a couple of times. They grew closer. He suggested she leave the Club. He helped her get the condo. She wouldn't elaborate on that. Then they started spending time together there.

John began asking for specifics but Tiffany became evasive.

"Would you like another drink?" she asked, finishing her own. They had been talking for at least a half an hour.

"Sure" John said, finishing his and handing his glass over as Tiffany stood up and strode towards the kitchen.

She was back in a moment and handed John his fresh scotch.

Holding his eyes with hers she took a slow drink. John did the same. Tiffany regarded him for another long moment and then said...

"I know the information you want and I know that I can be compelled in a court to disclose the details of my relationship with John whether I want to or not. So I'll make a deal with you. I'll tell you everything provided that, if this goes to court, you will only ask me to give an overview of my affair with John, not all the intimate particulars. Trust me, you'll have more than enough to satisfy that hard ass wife of his as long as you don't turn my life into a shambles in the process."

John thought about this for a moment. He knew that he was walking on thin ice here anyway. There was a process in gathering evidence for a case like this. A judge could throw out any information that was presented if a witness claimed that he/she was entrapped or coerced into giving it. It would be far better to keep Tiffany on side as long as she admitted to the affair. That in itself should be enough to get this thing settled without ever having to go to court.

"Alright. But I'll need to know the details. Depending on what you tell me, just the threat of full disclosure against Dr. Robinson should be enough to ensure that this matter never does go to court. I presume that would be your first preference."

"Yes it would" Tiffany responded.

"Well then, we have a deal..." John said, taking another sip of his drink.

"Now tell me about the nature of your relationship with Dr. Robinson."

Tiffany looked down at John with an amused smile creasing her lips.

"I'm not really comfortable talking about it. Maybe if I were to show you it would be better. Just give me a minute." Tiffany said, putting her drink down and walking out of the room.

John wanted to object. He thought he had been clear that they had an understanding but maybe he hadn't expressed himself well. He didn't want to see a bunch of snapshots of weekend get-aways or nights out on the town. He wanted to hear the specifics. But he didn't want to spook Tiffany at this point. So he just waited patiently for her to come back.

It took a few minutes. And when Tiffany did return John was totally unprepared for what he saw.

Gone was the stylish young woman who he had been talking to just moments before.

Tiffany had returned in a blue blazer and a white blouse. She wore a little pleated plaid skirt that barely reached her knees, knee socks and saddle shoes. She had applied some gel to her hair, some dark eye shadow and crimson lipstick. She was holding some books in her folded arms. She looked like a schoolgirl who was trying to make herself look older than she really was. John was amazed at her transformation. He sat there gaping at her.

Tiffany watched John's reaction for a moment and then she advanced across the room towards him.

"Hi Daddy! I'm sorry I'm late. I got held up a school. That mean old Mr. Crawford made me stay over to see him after class. You know how he is." Tiffany said breezily, dumping her books on the coffee table.

She started to take off her blazer as she continued...'Miss Robinson your behavior in class is totally inappropriate. You'll stay here until you've written 'I will not misbehave in class again' 100 times on the board."

"Miss Robinson?" John asked in a fog.

"Oh he's such an old fuddy duddy! Ever other teacher calls me Melissa but he won't. It's always 'Miss Robinson, you're not paying attention...Miss Robinson, that skirt is too short for the school code... Miss Robinson,...' It's always something with Mr. Crawford. But I got him today daddy, the big jerk." Tiffany said with a note of triumph in her voice.

"I can tell you about it but you're probably not interested" she said with a sneer, walking around the coffee table to stand immediately in front of John on the couch.

"Tiffany...I don't understand?" the lawyer asked plaintively.

"You should call me Melissa daddy. That's what we always do isn't it?"

And now John began to see what was happening. It looked like Doctor Robinson was into some serious role playing. Tiffany would get dressed up like his daughter and then they'd act out this twisted little fantasy. Oh this was the stuff that luxury Lexus sedans were made of. He could hardly wait to hear more.

But something besides the basic weirdness of the situation was making him uncomfortable. It dawned on him that Tiffany was looking and acting a lot like his own daughter Melissa. Physically they were very similar but beyond that, Tiffany had taken on the same kind of edgy attitude that his Melissa had been displaying a lot of lately

"If you're too busy I'll just go to my room!"

"No! No! I'm not too busy. Tell me what happened at school."

"Melissa..." Tiffany instructed.

"Melissa..." John dutifully echoed.

Tiffany assumed that they would probably edit out all the material she was video recording on her computer up to this point. Mrs. Starr had given her specific instructions on how she was to proceed. The lighting wasn't going to be great, but that would be all the better. It would be very difficult tell whether or not she really was John Griffith's daughter. It was time to earn her Oscar.

"Well..." she began, putting her hands behind her back like a demure little schoolgirl. Of course this pose caused her up-tilted breasts to thrust arousingly through her tautly stretched blouse.

"The seating in Mr. Crawford's history class is in tiers to accommodate a big crowd. But there's never more than fifteen or twenty people in his class. He's so boring. Any way, today I made a point of sitting in the middle in the first row. That meant I was just looking down on him slightly. When he'd stand in front of the class his eyes would be just on a level with my knees under my little table. Everybody else sits on the sides or in the back so they can sneak out when he gets too dreary."

"I made a point of wearing my shortest little skirt, the one I had Mandy O'Grady cut down for me, the one that Mr. Crawford is always bugging me about. Anyway, Crawdaddy likes to stand in the middle of the floor and drone on about whatever. So today I let him go for a few minutes and then I started flashing him."

John could feel a certain stiffening in his groin and his face starting to flush as he began to see where Tiffany was going with her story.

"I wasn't too obvious at first, you know, just let my knees kind of open a little...and then a little more. I started opening and closing them real casually, like I didn't even know I was doing it."

Tiffany casually put her left foot on the coffee table and started swinging her knee in and out to demonstrate her clever strategy. John stared at the now exposed flesh of her inner thigh with great interest.

"But then old Crawdaddy happened to look over at me while I was doing it and the next thing you know he could hardly look away. I knew I had him then."

"You had him? How did you have him? I don't understand?"

"Don't be silly daddy. Once he started peeking I knew it was all over for him. I almost couldn't stop myself from laughing as he kept turning back to look up my skirt. At first his eyes were kind of jerking up into mine like he was asking permission to look. But eventually he couldn't take his eyes away from my crotch. And I made it easy for him. With my knees wide open I sort of slumped down in my seat so my little skirt rose up on my thighs and my crotch thrust forward. Of course I wasn't wearing any panties. I told you that didn't I?" Tiffany said, pulling her skirt up a little with one hand so that John could just barely make out the bare little slit at the apex of her loins.